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The man wore a casual silver suit. He was tall and well-built, and his very being emitted a rich aristocratic aura.

What's more, he had a face that would not feel out of place in TV dramas, even without makeup!

"Junfan! Wu Junfan is here…"

The crowd imdiately beca excited, especially the girls. Every one of them was star-struck.

Good-looking, great personality, an excellent educational background, capable, and born in the third (along with Lans and Wens) wealthiest family in Green Vine – the Wu Family.

Wu was seemingly without any flaw or fault.

In fact, his public reputation was at least ten tis better than that of the hedonistic imp, Wenfeng!

This was also one of the many reasons why he would be so popular and tagged 'Green Vine's handsost'.

As Wu walked over, he looked absolutely dashing.

But, when his gaze landed on Chen Xiaobei, his entire person deflated, he even looked a little lost.

Chen had given him punch in the face at Lan's grandma's birthday party. It had left him shaken.

On top of that, the Lan ngchen he had painstakingly pursued was, at that very mont, standing right next to Chen.

And on her exquisite face was a smile that could bewitch any man.

But that smile belonged to Chen Xiaobei, because, most of the ti, Lan would only display her icy deanor.

"Good afternoon Mr. Chen, we et again." Wu was very poised and charming.

Even though deep down he was uncomfortable, he managed to maintain his composure and remained courteous – that was what that separated him from the rest of the pompous second-generation filthy rich teenagers.

"Good to see you again, Mr Wu." Chen Xiaobei smiled coolly.

"ngchen…" Wu broke into a sunshine, debonair smile, hoping to squeeze in a word or two with his goddess.

But Lan broke him off, "Well, since everyone's here, let's have lunch. There's still so much more to do later in the evening."

"Alright, let's go…" Wu sighed. The shadow in his heart suddenly grew in size.

He simply could not understand: He is outstanding in every way, why couldn't he win Lan over?

Could it be that, he was no match for Chen Xiaobei?

Wu took a closer look at Chen Xiaobei and was surprised to discover that there was a certain charm about him!

It was hard to explain, but Wu Junfan had a good feeling about Chen.

"No! I cannot be swayed! No matter what, I will never stop until ngchen is mine!"

Wu threw his head back and took the lead into the restaurant.

"Oh! Master Wu is here! Please sir, right here! A private room is ready for you!" the Manager standing at the door greeted warmly.

"Manager Wong, whose car is this?"

Wu saw the parked Bugatti Veyron and frowned, "I had wanted to buy this car, but there is only one of it in entire Green Vine city, but soone got to it first."

"Em… Pardon , Master Wu. I really can't tell you. The owner of the car prefers to lay low and does not wish to disclose his identity."

Manger Wong bowed and stole a glance at Chen Xiaobei, awed.

"I heard that the owner is a mysterious man of wealth – he even unseated Wenfeng -- I just wanted to get to know him. But if he is unwilling to reveal his identity then, forget it."

Wu sighed, and walked in, looking deflated.

The rest of the second-generation filthy rich teenagers followed suit, their eyes bulging from their heads.

The goddess that Wu liked looked at Chen, her pupil dilated.

Even the car that Wu liked had been taken by Chen.

In their aftershock, those around him felt terribly sorry for little Wu – none of them spoke for few minutes.

At the sa ti, they looked at Chen Xiaobei as if they were looking the devil, filled with apprehensive respect.

"Lay low, lay low."

Chen Xiaobei wore an innocent smile, and waved at the bystanders, pompous as hell.

The onlookers were speechless. Apparently, laying low was the best way of showing off!

In the private room.

One after another, sumptuous dishes were served, everyone had their fill and was satisfied.

'Creak…"

Just as the al was about to end, the door was suddenly pushed open.

A sleazy-looking man stood at the entryway, a half-drunk bottle of beer in his hands.

He narrowed his eyes, looking obnoxiously around the room. When his gaze landed on Lan, his eyes flickered.

"Who are you?"

Nobody in the room recognized him, annoyed by his vulgar body language.

The hoodlum ignored them, pointed at Lan and slurred, "Co over here, little girl. Co sit with

next door."

"Are you sick in the head? Go get drunk sowhere else!" A well-muscled young man stood up.

"Bastard! Don't you know who I am?" the hoodlum's face darkened, looking extrely pissed.

"The hell should I care who you are? Leave now before I see red!"

The guy who was shouting was the son of so diplomatic man. He had a bad temper as well.

He seed to have forgotten that he was up against a drunkard. And drunk n are unreasonable.

"Do you want to die?" the hoodlum growled as he raised the beer bottle and smashed it on the young man's head.

Crash!

The bottle shattered and fresh blood trickled down the young man's head.

This violent scene had the second-generation filthy rich teenagers in cold sweat. A few girls scread.

"Don't panic, there are six of us n here. And there's only one of him!" just then, Ruguan stood up, glaring haughtily at the hoodlum. "You dare to hit one of us? You will pay for it!"

"Master Ru is right! We are the majority, what is there to be afraid of?"

'Right! Listen to Master Ru! The six of us can take down this son of the bitch!"

"Hmph! Let him continue to act macho! We will make sure he struck by lightning!"

All the guys joined Ruguan, looking excited, confident that they had the hoodlum under their thumbs.

"Hehe, you want to compare who has more n?" the hoodlum pursed his lips scornfully, and shouted, "Co over here!"

"Red Bull Boss! What happened?"

Very soon, about ten other hoodlums rushed over from the room next door. There was twice the number of n on this side.

The situation changed in a blink of an eye.

The group of second-generation filthy rich teenagers was shocked.

They had always been pampered – their combat power was nowhere near 5.

Even if they had just so many n, they wouldn't be able to thrash the hoodlums, much less in this kind of situation.

"What's-your-face, co over here!"

Red Bull Boss pointed at Ruguan, and said coldly, "I thought you wanted

to pay? Co on then! You are my bitch if you don't fight

now!"

"This…"

Ruguan turned green and imdiately repentant, "Bro, I was wrong… Please don't lower yourself to my level… I… I am your bitch..."

With this remark, he also humiliated Hu Lijing.

But they were at their wit's end, admitting that they were his bitch was far better than being beaten up by hoodlums.

"Coward!"

Red Bull Boss looked smugly at onlookers, and mocked, "Does anyone else have anything to say? Speak up! If not, I'll be taking this little girl with !"

When he had finished talking, he walked towards Lan.

"Stand there!"

Wu was enraged. His handso face was perfused with unwavering determination.

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